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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG, by HERBERT TRENCH Poet's Biography
First Line: Her, my own sad love divine
Last Line: "make them now, o make them now!"
First Line: Her, my own sad love divine
Last Line: "make them now, o make them now!"
HER, my own sad love divine,
Did I pierce as with a knife,
Stabbed with words that seemed not mine
Her more dear to me than life.
And she raised, she raised her head,
Slow that smile, pale to the brow:
"Lovely songs when I am dead
You will make for me; but how
Shall I hear them then?" she said,
"Make them now, O make them now!"
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A WINTER SONG; TO ALICE MEYNELL by HERBERT TRENCH
AN ODE TO BEAUTY by HERBERT TRENCH
BE NOT AFRAID by HERBERT TRENCH
BITTER SERENADE by HERBERT TRENCH
CHANT SUNG IN DARKNESS by HERBERT TRENCH
CHORUS AT THE GREEN BEAR INN by HERBERT TRENCH
DAUGHTERS OF JOY by HERBERT TRENCH
DEIRDRE DANCING by HERBERT TRENCH